Prodigal son
• Written by Distraktion
I'm sitting on this couch
Wondering why no one will vouch
For my abilities
And I'm on my knees
I'm begging u please
Don't leave
The world is telling me I can't succeed
I don't know what deed
I did to deserve this
But I'm living the opposite of bliss
Just a huge.lapse of nothingness
And my heart is full of sickness
Everytime I bleed
I die alil more in side
And there's no need to plead
Anymore
And I'm wondering if
This is what I'm meant for
To teach the generations
What not to do
And I'm acting as if on cue
With that role
And honestly,
I don't even wanna be one of the greats
I just wanna get past the gates
Of success
And feel blessed
In a place I would have never guessed
And maybe this is a test
Of my desire
To be brighter
Than the rest
But I know I'm failing
And I'm feeling like wailing
Cuz idk if I really want it anymore
Cuz in the core
Of who I am
Feels tortured to a bend
That will never ever
Heal
And feel
Or have the appeal I wish I had
I feel kinda bad
And so so sad
And really mad
That I was born destined
To fail
No matter what I try
The Gale
Of trials will knock me back down
But this time I won't get back up
They say
Get knocked down 7 times
And get up 8 times
But I see the signs
That number 9
Will not be mine
To conquer
Instead, the monster
He will get me
And turn my soul
Into a villan
And I will enjoy
Making a killing
But maybe I have to stack my failures
To make sculptures
Of socialogical
Relevance
And convey the illogical
And be societies prodigal
Son
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Distraktion
Member since September 7 2018